Take an authoritative approach

Your mother could be really sweet, but she could also be a real hardass when it came to getting things done. Which is why the next morning you awoke to thee sound of your mother's voice shouting:

"GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! COME ON! MOVE IT, MOVE IT." And she was also clapping her hands right next to your head.

You lifted your head, to look at her. And no sooner than when she saw you were awake did she grab your arm and start pulling you out of bed.

You were still very disoriented, and not awake at all. You were also naked. You had tried secretly sleeping naked in the past, but you were always afraid your mother would catch you, and the idea was too awkward for you to risk it. But now that you could be open with her about your fetish, and it was only a matter of time until she saw you naked, you decided to sleep fully naked that night. That, and you figured it would be a favor to your mother, whom you assumed would have trouble coming up with methods of embarrassing you. But it now seems like she wasn't going to be so bashful about it.

You stumbled as she dragged you down the stairs. Along the way you caught a glimpse of the time and it was around 6:00 AM, and when your mother dragged you outside, you saw the sun was coming up just over the horizon. She takes you out the front door, down the front steps, and to the sidewalk next to the street. You look around nervously. There doesn't seem to be anyone around to see you, yet.

She hands you your sneakers and tells you to put them on. You do so quickly, without socks. Then she looks you in the eye and makes sure you are listening as she tells you which route she wants you to take. When she thinks you understand it she stands to your side and pulls out a stopwatch.

"Come on, we gotta get you in shape," she says. "If all these people are going to see my son naked, then they are going to see my son at his best!" Then she smacks you on the ass and says: "GO!"

You start running down the street, with nothing on except a pair of old sneakers. Your penis is flopping around with every step. She was right, of course. You had put on a few pounds over the past year. After all, you were a hedonist at heart. And you were a little worried about your appearance if you ever did start showing your naked body to other people. Now those chubby bits of fat on your body, your ass, thighs, and muffin top, were jiggling as well.

The first person to see you is a man in a suit and tie walking out of his house towards his car, presumedly to drive to work. He sees you and stops in his tracks, keys in hand, standing by his car. Neither of you say anything, just stare at each other as you run past. Once he is behind you, you don't stop to look back.

You have an erection. It swings out in front of you, making running somewhat uncomfortable. But wha you notice is that your penis stiffening and pulling upwards, pulling your balls up with it. aAnd this is causing them to dangle between your legs. You'd never really had the opportunity to run around naked in this way before, so this was a new sensation, and you found it pleasurable.

You also pass a car. You can't see the driver because of the reflection on the windshield. Despite them almost definitely seeing you, whoever is behind the wheel doesn't acknowledge you whatsoever. They didn't honk their horn or drift or do anything unusual, but they definitely saw you.

Finally, you complete a lap of the route your mother told you to take, and you make your way back home. You turn the corner and see your house and your mother standing there, with her arm out. You run and pass her. She hits stop and announces the time.

"That's an alright start," she says. "Do another lap."

"What?!" you say, bent over with your hands on your knees. Still naked of course, and now with an erection in front of your mother.

"Do it," she yells. "Or else!"

You take off running again, rather than wait around for what "or else" means. She was like a perverted drill instructor, except she was your mom.

Finally, you turn that corner again and see your mother. You are in rough shape. Your heart was beating very hard, and you could hear it in your ears constantly. You prayed that she didn't make you do it again. You told yourself that if your mother made you run another lap then you just might die. You pass her and she stops the watch. She reads you the time.

"A little slower, but not two bad."

"Please ," you say. "No more."

"Alright, we'll work on the time. Let's go in and eat breakfast."

You step back inside the house, taking in the air conditioning, and sit down in the kitchen, your sweaty ass slippery the seat. You were still naked, not even bothering to cover up. In fact, you didn't brother to cover up at any point. You knew why this was happening. you caused this.

You are enjoying your breakfast when you notice your mother coming downstairs with a box in her hands.

"What's that?" you ask.

"Your undergarments."

"My underwear?"

"Yes."

"All of them?"

"Yes, I'm throwing them away."

"Why?"

"You know why."

"Mom! Isn't this, you know, a little much? A little sudden?"

"Honey, I have to. It's either you or me. I don't want to face any more punishments from the GPM."

It made sense, but you never expected to hear such a cold statement from your own mother.

"Besides, you're right," she says. "I have neglected you for so long. I'm not going to make that mistake twice. I'm going to be involved in my son's life."

You wondered what you got yourself into as you looked down at your penis, which had become flaccid over the course of eating, and was growing erect again at the sight of your mother forcefully throwing out all of your underwear. You returned to your meal, wondering what was next.